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From: "Simple Man" <Simple@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Paying what was due" (Mg/G, cons, rom, sickness/death) Part 1
Date: Sun,  6 Jul 2003 20:10:07 -0400
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Paying what was due

{ASSM} (Mg/G, cons, rom, sickness/death)

By Simple Man (C)2003



     Sam Ellison did not like this at all.  In fact, Sam was nearly boiling
inside and with his volcanic temper, heads would roll for sure.  The dent in
his brand new GMC Sierra was bad enough, but some idiot woman had written
"Sorry!" in the dent with lipstick.  He was seeing red alright and it wasn't
from the lipstick.

     As Sam climbed into his now damaged truck, he sat there still fuming
until he noticed a folded piece of paper under the wiper blade.  He climbed
out of the truck and took the note.  Opening it, it read:

     "I am truly sorry about the dent in your new truck, and I shall be only
too happy to pay for the repairs.  Mary Jane Pitman, 74 Shadowbrook Lane,
Topeka Kansas."

     Well, Sam thought, at least now he could get his pound of flesh at the
very least.  He really did not need for the sorry woman to pay for repairs;
he was retired and had money to burn.  Still it was thought of it that
bothered him most.  The truck was only one day old and his first full sized
pickup.  It was Saturday and he decided he would take the truck in on Monday
when the body shop would be open.  Still morning, Sam thought, what the
hell, might as well go for a little drive.

     At least sitting in his truck he could not see the dent and the bright
shiny finish of the hood was flawless.  He pulled out his roadmap of Topeka
and plotted his course.  As he began to drive the some 40 miles to his
destination, he started wondering what the woman looked like.  Maybe she was
an old grandmother, or maybe a rich heiress, then again maybe she was some
snot nosed teenager that had little sense and way too much time on her
hands.  The fact was he couldn't possibly know anything.

     Sam slipped a County Western CD into the built-in player and relaxed as
John Michael Montgomery sang to him.  As he neared Topeka, he headed south
to skirt around the city and began looking for Shadowbrook Lane.  He thought
he had missed it but there was just an old trailer park where the road
should have been.  Stopping, he got out of his truck and looked around.
Nailed to a tree was the wooden sign, hand painted "Shadowbrook Lane Pop.
 21".  His shiny new truck looked out of place in this run down trailer
setting.  He walked up the dirt path until her came to a small trailed that
had 74 painted on its door.

     Sam knocked on the door and a little girl opened it with a bright smile
and a very dirty cream colored dress that was way to small for her because
her equally dirty panties hid nothing of the child's charms the would one
day drive men wild.  She looked like she was six or seven years old and her
pretty face was going to take her places, he was sure of that.

     "I'm looking for Mary Jane Pitman."

     "Oh, that's my mommy, wait, I'll get her."

     What happened next broke my heart as the child pushed her mother to the
door in a wheelchair; the woman's head completely bald, and her body frail
and useless.  Her glance over to my truck told her who I was and why I was
here.

     "Won't you please come in, Tanya please get my purse."

     The little girl pulled the wheelchair away from the door and I stepped
into the tiny home she had made for herself and her daughter.  The place was
reasonably clean and a bright bouquet of yellow flowers stood proud in a
mason jar filled with water.

     "Will ten dollars do it?  I'm afraid that's all I have right now."

     As I sat down at her little table, I noticed at least twenty bottles of
medications and a pile of medical bills, and guessed they were all unpaid.

     "I don't know what to say, except that I cannot accept money from you."

     "Then why on Earth did you drive all the way over here to Topeka?  It
cannot be because of the raving beauty I am."

     There was no more fight left in me, no anger, no nothing except a
profound sense of sorrow for this dying woman and the orphan daughter she
would leave behind.  I quickly tallied up the bills on the table and they
totaled just fewer than five thousand, but it was the letter from her
insurance company denying all claims that must have hurt her most.  I pulled
out my checkbook and began to write.

     "What do you think you are doing?  I don't want charity!"

     "This is not charity; this is just paying some bills long overdue.  Now
listen carefully to me because I'm only going to say this once, Tanya you
come listen too.  I'm taking the both of you home with me so that I can see
to your needs before the end, and I will not take no for an answer.  Now
Tanya, go gather your mother's things and yours as well and let's be quick
about it."

     No man had ever talked to me like that before; no man ever cared for me
and my daughter like this.  I didn't even know his name and now he was
going, no demanding that he cares for us.  My cancer would kill me soon
enough, that was true enough, but I had to provide for Tanya, and this man
was a Heaven sent Angel.  He was like the father I never had and I knew he
would be there always for Tanya.  With superhuman strength he lifted me into
the seat of his truck and Tanya crawled into the back seat.  He loaded my
wheelchair and all we owned into the back of his truck.  We were going home,
me to die, my daughter to live.

     Tanya looked sparkling in her new dress, all cleaned up and pretty.  I
was happy for her, for once she had someone who could take care of her and
the look in that someone's eyes told me he loved her with all his heart.  As
for me the end was near.  Sam had taken me everywhere to all the best
hospitals, but I was too far advanced they all said.  I was not in pain, the
very expensive medications did their job but I slept most of the time now
and this wonderful man was always there when I woke holding my hand.

     It was time to put my affairs in order while I could still think.  The
next dose of medication would be my last and it was already time to go.  Sam
knelt in front of me weeping like a child and wringing his hands in anguish.
I actually think he loved me too and that meant a lot to me.  I tried to
dream of dancing with him, his arms around me, holding me tight as we moved
around the dance floor.  And of more intimate moments as well, but I would
die with my womanly needs intact and unsatisfied.

     "You must promise me this that you will take care of Tanya as you have
done these many months and keep her with you.  Teach her, help her grow and
bring about the life she has a right to."

     "I promise."

     The funeral was bittersweet and the sense of loss was almost
overwhelming for me, let alone the child left behind, but Tanya took it
better than me and it was her consoling me instead of the other way around.
I guess she had lived with her mothers illness much longer than I had, but
the feeling of loss was as real as it gets.  I was blubbering and tears were
running down my cheeks and onto my suit when Tanya kissed me square on my
lips.

     Could it be that I was so overwrought that I was dreaming it; the
little girl's lips were soft and warm and was there just a hint of passion?
No this was just grief and two people lost in it.  But that was not all, she
climbed into my lap and put her arms around my neck and did it again, that
passion flowing between us, a change of tongues.  She had made me even
forget my name, in truth I never wanted it to end, but we were in public and
no one had noticed.  She sucked on my earlobes and kissed my neck.  Tanya
was reacting to something and I desperately didn't want her to stop.

Alone, just the two of us in my truck, Tanya handed me a note.

     "If you are reading this then I have gone to my final reward and you
need to know that you made it wonderful for me.  I have spent many months
teaching Tanya about a man's needs and how to please him.  She loves you
more than you are aware of, as I love you, she will be my body for we, my
daughter and I, are now one with each other.  And its time now to repay what
we owe you.  Don't be afraid, I think you will find Tanya very loving."

     I sat there in complete shock, reading the note over and over again.
Tanya pulled up her dress and pulled down her panties.  She kissed them and
handed them to me.  Raising her underwear to my nose I breathed in the sweet
fragrance of her little girl body while she placed my free hand on her
hairless pussy, letting me know she was willing to love me in every way.

I drove us home, not quite sure what had just happened, but if there was
going to be more I was not going to back away from it.  I had not been with
a girl in thirty years, and Tanya was much too soft to resist.  It never
occurred to me that she was just a little girl, or the fact that what we
were doing was downright illegal, not after feeling her warm tiny sex like
that.  I guess I needed her more than she needed me.

     I took of my suit jacket and looked around her room.  The empty
wheelchair was there as were the stands with glucose drips and the room
smelled of medicine.  Somewhere in this room her soul existed, I could feel
it reaching out for me, and then fleeting away until nothing.  Dragging my
suit coat, I entered my bedroom.  Tanya was naked on my bed and it was clear
what she was there for.

As the morning came and I woke, the woman I had made love to last night was
but a mere child now and she slept like a baby, all curled up, our juices on
her satin thighs.



End of Part 1

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